For Her Pleasure - Tiamat

erase the pictures from my mind

eliminate the presence of your kind

unloose the strings of instinct laws

just to fall into some other jaws

in pounding afternoon i rise

for the pleasure of dying twice

a wingcut anges in decline

breathe my air and i`ll be fine

put your teeth in me carve your name in me

i don`t care if there is something

that i`m blind to see

invite yourself and feel free

to pick up splinter of debris

it`s in your sys.

ex subdues all that`s delusive

initially this lie i`d recoil

but again i crawl this dirty soil

of all possessions i did treasure

this one`s strictly for her pleasure